The Wind blew strong and it wasn’t long before the air began to swirl,
A Vortex formed as the temperature warmed and the Trees nonchalantly curled.
But enthusiasm imbued as the giants tried to eschew the powerful force which was creeping,
An innocent child, with dreams she beguiled, for she lay in the Trees’ Shade sleeping.
She woke and was distraught, with the wind she fought as she searched for a sturdy shelter,
Her efforts went to waste, to her distaste; she scowled at what cruel fate had dealt her.
A Ditch beckoned her and towards it she stirred as the Trees waved to her a farewell,
Just as she ducked the Tornado struck, her old friends it did dispel.
She felt transformed as the tornado stormed and out of the Ditch she peered,
The Storm had gone but destruction it spawned, her eyes watered and Teared.
The puddle that pooled with her eyes had dueled before she drew the conclusion,
That what she saw defied scientific law, but it was not an illusion.
She wasn’t as before, a child no more, her face had taken some age,
Her Frame had shrunk smaller and her Hair had grown taller, she looked 21 by her gage.
She surveyed the devastation across the nation of her lost hopes and dreams,
She sought to rebuild her once luxurious Guild, upon this operation she leaned.
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